To those who I RP with, I just want to say that I am terribly sorry for all my delays that I constantly do. I just have been SO unbelievably busy as of late that I hardly have any free time to be able to attempt to make posts to our threads. I really needed to get his off my chest badly, and it makes me feel like a complete piece of shit for doing this all the time. If you don't want to RP with me, I completely understand, there should be no reason or excuse for me to have to keep you waiting …

Since both Imai and Takeshi are currently involved in matches I was wondering if anyone is interested in taking on my first wrestler I made for here, Takeichi Mori. His profile says he's a jobber but I intend to change that and hoping a match can help with that. Anyone interested please get in touch with me on here in a pm.

Landing the leg drop, Heather keeps her grin up, staying in her sitting position for a while. She watches as Fredrik cringes in pain from her move and nods her head. "That's right, now I think you realize that I'm not joking around. We're right back where we were just a few minutes ago." Heather says as she pulls her legs back and crawls over Fredrik, attempting to pin his arms above her head.

"I bet you regret getting in my way now don't you? It's too late now though. You're all mine." Heather says as she tries to hold both his wrists with her left hand and wrap her right hand around his throat, attempting to begin to choke him.

Fredrik laid there on his back, his face writhing in pain, as Heather crawls over his body the previous strange feeling grows and flows through his entire body, he looks up at her face as she pins his arms above his head and places her hand on his throat and begins to choke him, Fredrik stares at Heather, his face showing pain bit his eyes showing a strange stillness.

Fredrik begins to attempt and force his arms up and get them lose from HeatherÂ´s grip and attempts to get a hold of the wrist of the arm that is choking him, and pull it away, as he also tries to grab a hold of the other arms wrist with his free arm, attempting to fight back and keep HeatherÂ´s arms in check.

Heather notices the look in Fredrik's eyes, and it slightly confuses her. Just a few moments ago he seemed to have some renewed strength and was handling her quite well, seemingly ready to take her down if he had to. Now however, the look in his eyes was quite different and she had no idea why. Even so, Heather kept up the same treatment she was giving him. In her mind, she wasn't going to let him slide regardless of how he was feeling.

Only holding his hands together with one hand, Heather had trouble containing him as he pulled his arms out of her grasp. She clicked her tongue, an aggravated look on her face as Fredrik grabbed both her wrists, containing her instead. "Ok..fine. If you're gonna stop me from cutting off your air that way, I'll just have to try another way won't I?" Heather says as she pushes herself up his body a bit. Letting her own body drop, she attempts to make it so her bikini top covered breasts land on his face, pressing against his mouth and nose for a smother.

Fredrik looked on as he managed to get a hold of HeatherÂ´s arms and stop her from choking him, but that didn't stop her from finding a another way to cut of his air supply, as Heather placed her breasts on his face, smothering him, air soon became of short supply, but Fredrik got and impulsive feeling and he couldn't prevent from acting upon this feeling, her began to lick at her breasts and give them one or two soft sensual bites.

Fredrik would attempt to roll them over so her was on top, and move his head up and take a breath before he would go back to lick and bit at HeatherÂ´s breasts.

Heather grinned as she got Fredrik into the smother position. She felt as if it was only a moment of time before she had him out and she would be able to control him any way she wanted to. However the next thing she felt definitely caught her off guard. As she started to feel the wet sensation upon her chest, her eyes widened and her face turned twisted and red. It caught her off guard so much that she was easily rolled over as he was on top.

Normally this sort of thing she might demand of the person she was dominating, but the fact that he did it on his own, taking the charge in the position, her face grew red not only from the feeling it gave her, but from sheer anger. "Wh-wh-what the fuck are you doing!? A-ah G-get off!!" She let out as she squinted her eyes from the feeling and struggled to get her wrists free from Fredrik's grasp, attempting to arch her body and kick her legs to get him off, trying to fight the unavoidable pleasure from his licking.

Fredrik wasn't sure what he was doing as he continued his licking of Heathers fine breasts, he had let an impulsive feeling get the best of him, and what was for better of worse was that he know thought he knew what that strange feeling he had before was, it was an attraction to this girl, he didn't understand why, but it seemed that it had occurred anyway, and something about this girl just made him want to act upon all impulsive thoughts he had.

In a complete change of character Fredrik responded to Heather after she had managed to kick him off, "I thought your earlier offer still stood.......your tasty" he said with a grin as he made is way to his feet.

Heather quickly scoots herself away from Fredrik after she kicks him off. His change of attitude was definitely one that she didn't see coming at all, and it almost made her regret starting up what she did with him. However the dominant feeling that she had was her urge to get him back for that. Wiping the saliva from her breast with her dress sleeve, she got to her feet shortly after he did.

"M-my offer!? That was for ME not you! I decide how things like that go down, you have no say whatsoever you little..bastard!" She yells, completely red in the face as she glares at him. "I don't remember saying you could lick my breasts!" She says as she clenches her fists, her frustration fueling her as she charged at him, trying to give him a dropkick.

"Awwh come on princess, donÂ´t you deserve a little pleasure as well...." Fredrik said, he change in attitude even startled himself, as he wondered if he was sick or something, it was this girl he thought, something about her made him want to give into his impulses and become a different person, he watched her red face, and thought it kind off cute, she seemed flustered by his impulsive actions and that gave him even more desires.

As Heather charged at Fredrik, going for a drop kick, Fredrik would attempt to side-step it and when she went dow to the ground he would quickly grab her head and yank her up quickly to her feet, it that worked he would shove her back against a wall, and move in, trying to trap both of her arms above her head and pin them against the walls, holding them together with one hand as his head went towards her breasts to resume his licking and his right hand he tried to sneak in under her pants.

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As Heather went for the dropkick, she found nothing put air as she missed due to Fredrik sidestepping her. She clicked her tongue a bit, frustrated at the feeling of her front colliding with the floor. She groaned a bit before the boy picked her up by her head and shoved her against the wall, pinning her arms above her head. She shook her head as the anger grew in her more and more.

As Fredrik began to lick her breasts again, she let out a small groan as she clenched her teeth and fists. As he began to slide his hand under her pants, she clicked her tongue and shot a deathly glare his way. "Don't..fucking...touch me..you perverted son of a bitch!" She lets out, her eyes squinting from the licking, but she still shoots her leg out, aiming to kick him full force in the crotch.

Fredrik didn't know what had come over him, he was acting the same way as those he thought of a scum would, but he couldn't help it, this girl was bringing out a different side of him, as he almost got his hand down her pants, keeping a Heather in check, but was distracted by the portable TV monitor on the floor not to far away from them, the match seemed to have escalated into something very sensual, even more than before, the distraction gave Heather a perfect opportunity.

Pain shot through Fredrik once again this time it felt as if his eyes would pop out from his skull as she fell to his knees and then down to his side, curling up as he laid on the ground, his hand holding his sore and painful package.